No turning back, only looking up.

 Sleeping. So innocent. But innocence is a reality unknown. She has known more than sweet-sixteen should know. Pain deeper than I can fathom, beauty hangs in the shadows. Hope, rises as she takes her next breath.  Does she dream? Safe, secure, a future more certain than her yesterday. Love? Does she know? I wonder and ponder.  She wants to bloom, to fly, to explore, to know, yet forget what she has known. tomorrow the sun rises, and so will she.